Summary

Taako is a rude, conceited, secretive bastard, but once he decides he loves you he will defend you to the death – has defended Magnus, to the death, on more than one occasion. Taako has died in his arms; Magnus has died in Taako’s. Most people don’t get to experience the bond that creates with a person, because after it happens, they’re, you know, dead.

Magnus knows him so well, but right now, running his thumb over the bare skin of the other man’s ankle, he has no idea what Taako is thinking.

He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about it. But Taako is his best friend.

(Interdimensional travel gets lonely. But can you really ever get back to normal, after you've slept with your best friend? Set midway through The Stolen Century.)

Summary

The streets of London are slick and dark, and not just literally, although they are also so often that. Here there is not only murder, mystery, and mayhem, but magick as well. Here people go through their everyday tragedies and refuse to see the depths behind their troubles. Here two (and a half) detectives search for the truth.

In the dusk of autumn, with wind slicing down alleys, the good people of London are disappearing. It's up to Kravitz and Taako and, honestly, mostly Angus to solve the case, and maybe a couple other mysteries along the way.

Summary

Taako is missing, but does it matter? When the world is your home you can feel at ease anywhere. When your brand is your name it’s nice to be recognized, to be wanted. But not like this. He never wanted this.